That's a pretty huge work to me. Originally, the girl is very sexy, charming, and young. However, the piece presents another woman without a complete body. I grew the contour many times, but it's not too hard to work out. The most difficult part is the coloration, especially the face part. I think I spent almost one day. The facial expression seems kind of different from the picture I imitated, but I have no idea to make it better. Thus, here the piece I've done.
Just as the first cry of newborn baby, it's my preliminary of painting but with the mouse.
Let me sit and think clearly.
The first problem was the dependence resulting from the custom. Here came the diversion of the center of my life next. It brought other's attention and also the mixture of my own. Now I am in trouble of the fuzzy soul.
How was my life?
In the beginning, I drowned in a dark blue whirl. I started to painting and chatting repeatedly. There were no mood for working hard and sleeping regularly. The behavior of my life maintained almost two weeks. There were somethings changed recently. My attitude caused some attentions and reflections, hence I have obtained some concerns indeed. Though it seems better, somethings are different within. However, I think there's no more time for me to fool about. That's why the post comes here.
There are lots of affairs I'd get my acts together, such as the business, the studies, and so forth. This time, I ought to take my steps with my insecure humor. It sounds ridiculous but I will figure it out.
I think I should take a rest in case of the tiredness of painting. Actually it's time to practice my English writing and trim my life.
If you hear my voice, I am where you are.
If you see my face, I do smile to your heart.
However, I can't leave.
I can't breathe.
Oh~my dear, I am here to shield you even
there are thousand miles from you.
Suddenly a huge wave of my tiredness surged over me. It brought a series of yawns and the headache. However, I cannot idle away my treasurable time, like what I've done during the days just past by. I should study hard and left no regret, or I must come across a big trouble in my final.
I've just got the teacher's email. It's really rare that there were more than 3 lines in his reply. In fact, I am flattered by his commendation for my initiaive in my study and good english writing. Frankly speaking, I'm more pleased with the latter. If I do make progress, it should be attributed to writing my blog in English. Although I am not conscious of the writing ability, I do enjoy myself. Either writing or painting is fascinating, even though it takes lots of my time indeed. Therefore, I, who suffer the exam, am hold back my longing for posting and drawing.
Since I entered the university, I started to write, and kept writing up to now. The self-description tells truth literally. Words bring me through the rises and falls of my life, and leave me the history. I opened my painting door when I went to the institute. Art belongs to who loves art, and similarly, I belongs to who really appreciate me. There's already one, just me.
Be me, and be stripped.
First, I wanna thank my dear friend's support and suggestion which colorize the painting life. Second, I couldn't wait to repost the work which had been altered, also better, by ingenious hands of zaffer, the friend I've just mentioned.
Although the midterm is getting closer, I am still perplexed. The question is either "what I want" or "what's the problem". I am afraid. All the things that can change and be different from my knowing make me cowardly. Do I over react? I am so perplexity!
The picture I imitated is the cover of an album of the Gothic metal band, Lacrimosa. As to my feelings to the "Gothic" style, I will have another post to discuss it.
Now, let me soak myself in the work just done.
The style I like is always hard to represent. I think that I am so bad to behave well in detail that the gauze skirt like a wrinkled piece and the veins of the door indistinctly. However, I'm trying to practice to convey the impression, or feelings, that I wanna indicate. It's much more difficult than presenting with words, the way I am used to.
Sometimes painting makes me sink into the think cap. I can be bewildered nearly everything, such as a job in future, the basis of my life. It's kind of stupid for creating trobles for myself, but I just can't help myself.
Last night a point flashed through my mind; did I spend a lot admiring others but few appreciating myself? How silly I am! I ought to be flattered by being me. It's the earnestness rather than a fraud to cheat myself into bliss. Nevertheless, practice is necessary or the creed is just a phrase merely.
To avoid guys thinking I'm so lazy to update my own blog, I uploaded an early work. Even though I did think it's kind of casual and, surely, not a big deal, I found its beauty of simpleness recently. At least I somewhat like it, now.
Took a wander around the campus
seeing guys without names trot along
Find unclearly
I am the best candidate with most aimless eyes
uninterruptedly searching
Searched peace inside
When warn scenes flowed away
when heavy and swift treads were turned into silent
i knew it did , everything had been gone
even my melancholy
The longer route I took
the more sentences sprang up
exactly speaking
they covered all my thought
edging out the gloominess occupied originally
I clearly know
mourning for their dispersing hasn't been worth
However I'm convinced that
we will encounrter with each other
once again
That seems like a site of battle, a battle against myself.
I am totally lost. There's a huge panic within. I did burst into bitter tears. Why? That's really a torture of night. Again, I hate to need to sleep. Each time I went to bed, what flashed in my mind is the fear of sleep. Maybe several hours pass by, I can't fall to sleep throughout, or sleep just very superficially. Who never experienced will not ever realize. Of course, they needn't comprehend that after all. Guys who suffer insomnia ought to expect none but self.
Now, I am undergoing the insomnious period.
Frankylt it is quite tough much beyond your expectation.
Finally, I've done.
After finishing the first problem of my quantum mechanics homework, I almost couldn't wait to paint. Originally I tried to take a portrait, again, however I hardly got any confidence or encouragement form that. Therefore I chose a photograph of a beach to imitating instead.
It's fortunate that I haven't give it up halfway. Maybe we should all carry out an undertaking from start to finish. Processes might seem no expectances, however, the outcomes could turn out to be satifying unanticipatedly, as long as we have kept exserting. At least, my work this time follows what I have just said above. Oh, I really wish to pass the lecture of quantum mechanics in the end, too. 
Again, this is another portrait. Maybe it is the first try of portrait. Although the time I post it is later than others, this picture was done several months ago. I imitated a cover of the book titled "100 colpi". I think it's really hard for me to draw it without blueprints. I'm bad to color, especially to decide where bright and dark and how bright it should be. The contours of the girl within are also an uneasy work. Voila! You can see how awful it is! Hope one day I have a revision of it!
